A Poem From Lilith
A poem channeled from Queen Lilith: also known as Lilitu, a storm demon from Sumeria.

A Poem From Lilith
I am the brewing before the storm
I am the fear that the storm brings.
I.
Sometimes, long days
Balmy and grey
Storm clouds fill the sky
Hot droplets hang in the air
Will it rain already?
It feels stuck
It’s building up
At last, the rain bursts through
It falls fast, no holding back
Sharp, smack, all at once
The water drops relentlessly
The hasty flood rises
It’s getting higher now!
A declining deluge
Adrenaline rushes, panic ensues
Climb higher away, rest in fear
Your heartbeat throbs in your ears
It can consume you
By choice, but only for some
II.
Some
As they scramble to get to safety
Which may or may not exist
In a defenseless, panicked state
Their guard is down
The violent flood consumes them
That terrible thing you are running away from
Is bound to keep smashing into you
Or be like a snake
Slithering under the surface
Feeding on your fear
III.
Those who choose to go in
The suspense of jumping off the cliff
You climbed up, now catching your breath
Taking in the view
Needles in your stomach
Apprehensive pokes
You observe the feeling with curiosity
And it’s okay
Exhilarating
You are being seduced by your soul
There’s a burning in your heart and bones
You know what to do
You take the leap
IV.
The descent is quicker than anticipated
When you hit the water
It’s hard, like concrete
You’re plunged deep
Into the dark, cold water
The deepest depths of the ocean
Quiet
Unknown
Still
Frightening
Or is it?
You can get used to it
Like getting used to the temperature of the water after jumping in
It’s still scary
Vigilant terror
You observe the feeling with curiosity
And it’s okay
Your vision adjusts to the darkness
Is there something else here?
Asked with dread and excitement
Hope
You were sinking deeper, slowly
Now, you start to swim
Not up, but
To the left
Exploring with wide eyes and reverence
Those who came before you hold and guide you
When it's pitch black, when you can't see ahead
When the pressure tightens
Tendrils around your temples, feeling like you might burst
You sense their embrace and push
It's midnight, it's freezing
Your swim strokes getting stronger
A deep seated anger, repressed resentments
Injustice and pain
Moulding strife into a sword
Hidden power, now it's in front of you
Curiosity, wonder, excitement, awareness
Profound love
Unfathomable connectedness
All nourish you on your journey
Skulking through the night alongside shadows
There are others and there is a home
The rain falls freely here
About the Creator
Venus Nocturne
Psychic, Medium, Energy Worker. Student of Jungian psychology, history, and mythology. Priestess of Inana. All gifts passed down from my ancestors and illuminated by my Gods.

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